The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 8

"Ms. Gonzalez, it shows you're married. Does your husband know you're leaving?"

"Yeah, we're on the brink of divorce," Nancy whispered hurriedly, her voice barely above a murmur. The clerk paused, "The process to terminate your status has started. You'll need to come in a week to submit your application. Will that work for you?"

Without hesitation, Nancy firmly replied, "Yes, I'll be there."

Not just in a week. Nancy would make time anytime if it meant getting away from Cyrus.

With a nod, the clerk ended the call.

The vast silence of the house enveloped her once more, broken only by the sound of water in the bathroom.

Nancy's expression was hard to read, a mix of emotions she couldn't quite name. Just a little longer, and she'd be free from Cyrus.

phone pinged, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a

second to like my

to check. And sure enough, there it

center was a picture of her snuggled up against a man radiating joy. Even though the man's face was out of frame, the clothes he wore left no doubt. It was

Thanks for the gifts, love. It feels great to be treated like a

her eyes stung. So, Cyrus had taken Hayley to the auction house, where

Nancy didn't cut Hayley off. She wanted to see how far this farce would go. Good. She would leave Cyrus and let him have his "tragic love story" with

a cloud of steam in his wake. He

down? If someone's bothering my

beat, but she masked

looked at the dark phone screen and then back at Nancy, trying to gauge her expression. "What's wrong? Did something upset

asking if true love in marriage exists," Nancy said, her voice dry, not

Cyrus smiled tenderly and said, "Of course,

gaze, focusing on her lips,